I have heard the voices echo in my ears.
They tell me I'm crazy, I know I am not.
I have heard the gossip they spread.
Their response is I'm paranoid, I know I am not.
I have seen the flames behind their stare.
It grows with intensity.
They say I'm blind, though I am not.
And i have felt their laughs, happy yet cruel and blank.
I do not wait for the response.
My own reply is calm and cuts deep.
I have felt my rage, overwhelming and avoided.
I have witnessed the faces of fear, people of hate torturing the very soul
which feeds off innocence.
I have not spoken the cruel words which rip and tear them apart.
They tell me I'm weak, but I am not.
Envisioned happy smiles, instead of those forced upon by ones will.
I suppose I'm greedy, maybe not.
I have wondered about bright days, though they'll never come.
They tell me I'm dark and i reply...i am
 
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